a spreading of wings, a bating of breath, a sense of something coming

Seashore jingles sitting homework down

I was down. No, no not “down + out”. Down like the ground. Sitting in a squat, squashing cold hands Washed by cold sea water wishing rather than this shell to be a seal, sea otter Anything’d be better.

Anything, Damn it, to get me up off this rotten sea shore. Like if I got away, I’d see more. Open my eyes like a text book. Start over. Like making a life’s just overdue homework.